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Vultures fly over the battlefield

A thousand fallen bodies in the middle of blood

Only two standing warriors

Remnants of the battle ready to fight

The fire in their eyes, the fury in their hearts

They prepare to fight and to die

Face me

If death comes to me today, I am ready

Face my blade

Fight with me

Valhalla waits for one of us, I am ready

Taste my blade

The last ones of two clans

Fighting for the honor of their tribes

The fate of their people

Laid at the tip of their swords